Who Wants To Be A Millionaire ("Высшее общество",1956)
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't. Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't. Who wants the bother of a country estate? A country estate is something I'd hate. Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't. Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't. And I don't 'cos all I want is you.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't. Who wants uranium to spare? I don't. Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht? Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not. Who wants a fancy foreign car? I don't. Who wants to tire of caviare? I don't. Who wants a marble swimming pool too? I don't. And I don't 'cos all I want is you.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't. And go to every swell affair? I don't. Who wants to ride behind a liveried chauffeur? A liveried chauffeur do I want? No sir. Who wants an opera box I'll bet? I don't. And sleep through Wagner at the Met. I don't. Who wants to corner Cartiers too? I don't. And I don't 'cos all I want is you.